The Royal We (Royal We, #1)

by Heather Cocks

The turbulent love and lust we gave in to that day felt like completion, like kismet, like the beginning of a story that was always meant to be written.

“Maybe if I lost a bit of weight and stopped drinking. But I can’t help it. That’s who I am. My feelings have loads of flavors.”

needed to hit rock bottom; I needed bleary regret.

Being smothered a little is no different than being smothered a lot. Either way, you can’t breathe.

My emotional dam was poorly built, destined to burst,

I don’t know why it takes something monumentally destructive to remind you what you want to save.

I can’t hide one lie by dumping other ones on top of it.

“Begin as you mean to continue, as they say.”